[Intro:]
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Da, Reddy Red, Homicide, Eagle, Free,
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Nah' mean? (Do it like we used to)
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Real, uh- huh
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Red, Pabi, What up? Yeah.. Ishmael
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[Verse 1:]
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I used to kick my new rhymes to him when I made them up
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We'd smoke a blunt, and build on shit was real growing up
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Going through the same things, we seeing eye to eye
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And no matter what happens, promised to let nothing die
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So was born when he got bagged for 56 dimes
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I'mma give his girl commissary money all the time
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He caught this disease and couldn't stay out'ta jail
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Locked up when his mom died, shit really got real
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He came to the wake in handcuffs
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Dear God, Life as a shorty shouldn't be so rough
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His girl eight months pregnant, a nurse assistant holding him down
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Faithfully on every visit, food packages, she bring him trees and
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everything
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A down ass bitch is a thug's everything
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I'm day he night, we the same blood type, brothers for life
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I fly him kites on the regular
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[Chorus:]
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When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)
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When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)
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When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)
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When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)
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[Verse 2:]
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I can see it now, getting off the greyhound with your greens on,
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State boots, yard style this scord a' me
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I meet you at the port authority
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Jump in the V2G
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You finally free
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Long time no see
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Gotta make up for lost time
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Know you got mad rhymes
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Here, rock my shine
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We on to the exclusive, new shit
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He blowing up my celly
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I'm like yo son, six minute click
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Pulled up to the PJ's, the hood greet
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Welcome home god peace,
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He platinum on the street with respect and power
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All he need is currency
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Must report to parole
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Monday by three
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We gon' get you on the books and take you on tour with me
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No stress, nigga you can use my address
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He said I love you Shy and punched me in my chest
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[Chorus: x2]
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When you come home, we gon' blow crazy L's son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)
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When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)
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[Verse 3:]
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Give a kidney or a lung to nigga if he needed one
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Cause that's my Dunn Dunn
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I give him my only gun if he needed it
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Oh that bitch, we both beating it
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I can tell him a secret, he ain't repeating it
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Cause that's my dog, second grade to the morgue
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And when I get locked up, that who the fuck I call
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He the cheddy ready to pay the clerk, to get me out the dirt
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Put it in my aunt's name, because she work
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We don't jerk one another, or try to blow each other's cover
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My mother's like his mother, his mother's like my mother
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No one on ones; I'm jumpin' in
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Fuck that, blazing out the club with our guns back to back
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Chicago Bulls style, the manchild
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Ain't nothing sweet on the street
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Or if you hit the pen-AL you know my style
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When you come home, we gon' blow crazy L's son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)
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When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)
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When you come home, we gon' blow crazy O's son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, we gon' fuck mad hoes son (Don't stress)
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When you come home, I'mma put you on your toes on (Don't stress)
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When you come home, my nigga, when you come home (Don't stress)
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Yeah, Shyheim...
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New York's Finest
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When You Come Home
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Wu-Tang Clan |